Poetry Friday: With Thanks to the Field Sparrow Whose Voice is So Delicate and Humble by Mary Oliver

I do not live happily or comfortablyWith the cleverness of our times.The talk is all about computers,The news is all about bombs and blood.This morning, in the fresh field,I came upon a hidden nest.It held four warm, speckled eggs.I touched them.Then went away softly,Having felt something more wonderfulThan all the electricity of New York City.

- With Thanks to the Field Sparrow, Whose Voice is So Delicate and Humble by Mary Oliver